36.1
Georgina
On the bed, I lie on my side facing Adriano. Nestled up against me, Nathaniel kisses my neck, sending a shiver of arousal through me and causing goose bumps to erupt over my skin. As Adriano softly kisses me, heat settles between my legs, my arousal building despite just having had an orgasm.
Adriano slides his palm under my thigh, spreading my legs as he enters me. He slides easily inside my slick pussy, but I inhale sharply at the sensation of his bare cock entering me. “God, I missed that.”
He rocks inside me with slow thrusts, looking into my eyes as Nathaniel presses the tip of his lubricated cock against my asshole. “Fuck,” Nathaniel groans. “Are you ready for me, Georgina?”
“Yes,” I breathe. The word becomes a whimper as he slowly works his way inside me. Adriano puts his mouth on mine, his tongue distracting me from the initial pain.
When Nathaniel is fully inside, they pause. I lie between them, totally filled up by both of them, adjusting to the sensation of their cocks inside me at the same time. Being between them like this, with Adriano cupping my face in his hands and Nathaniel’s arm around my chest, is the most intimate thing in the world.
“I missed your pussy,” Adriano whispers. “I missed your pussy and your tits and your perfect little mouth and your laugh and the way you’re looking at me right now. I just missed you.”
Nathaniel brushes my hair from my forehead, whispering into my ear. “You’re ours, Georgina Aschberg. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I say as they begin to move slowly inside me. Then there are no more words because there's nothing left to say. We fall into a rhythm as they bring me higher and higher and I lose track of everything else in the world except them.
None of the other stuff matters– not my parents, or politics, or what everyone in the world is going to think about the three of us.
The only thing that matters is Nathaniel and Adriano and I.
They’re the only thing I can focus on as I float higher and higher, every part of my body turned on until I’m on the verge. When I finally come, it’s so intense it’s practically blinding, overtaking my entire body. My orgasm triggers theirs and soon they’re thrusting deeply inside me to flood me with their warmth.
After, we stay just like that with both of them still inside me, our limbs tangled over one another’s for a long time. Nathaniel’s fingers stroke lazily up and down my arm, and Adriano cups my chin, his thumb going across my lower lip.
“I’m so glad you came back,” Adriano whispers. “We needed you.”
“More than you know,” Nathaniel adds.
“I’m glad I came back, too.” I needed them, I want to say. More than they could realize.
“Even though tomorrow, when you wake up, the entire scene in the street will probably be making its way all over the internet?” Adriano asks. “I’m sure one of the neighbors got some good footage.”
“Fuck ‘em,” I whisper.
“Fuck ‘em,” Nathaniel and Adriano agree.
One month later
Sure enough, a video of the three of us in the street went viral. Adriano’s sister Annie called the next day, proud that her banana band prank had something like twenty million views. She triumphantly declared that she played an “instrumental” (pun intended) role in getting the three of us together. “Even if it’s totally gross that you’re hooking up with Adriano and Nathaniel,” Annie explained, “and I don’t know what in the world you see in them, but since you are seeing them, you should definitely let me interview you for my senior thesis.” At that point, Adriano snatched the phone out of my hand and told Annie to “stop being a creepy stalker”.
We went public a few days later on a talk show we knew would present our story sympathetically.
Then we walked away.
We ignored all of the fallout, the million other requests for interviews and my family’s reaction, my parents’ threats to ruin us, and all of the fucking opinions that everyone had about what we were doing.
It should have been easy enough to ignore. I mean, for the past month, when Nathaniel and Adriano haven’t been training, we’ve been basically holed up inside Nathaniel’s house laughing and talking and fucking and hanging out.
The truth is, it wasn’t easy, not at first, and especially not for me. Nathaniel and Adriano were far more used to saying “fuck it” than I was. I’ve learned a lot about saying that over the past month.
The funny thing is that each time you say it, it gets a little easier.
I walked away from what I knew– a Georgina who was safe and cautious, too afraid to rock the boat to do anything inappropriate. I took a leap into the unknown with Nathaniel and Adriano, and I’m starting to become a different Georgina, the kind who doesn’t let anyone else dictate what she wants her life to look like.
And that Georgina is far happier than Old Georgina.
Nathaniel walks up behind me and slides his arms around my waist. “What are you doing out here? We made dinner.”
I relax against him, breathing him in, and look out over the backyard cloaked in evening darkness. “Just stand out here for a minute with me.”
“We got crazy and made chocolate-dipped strawberries for dessert,” Adriano calls as he walks up to us on the balcony. “Unless you want us to have you for dessert. Wait, are you guys out here having a romantic moment or something?”
“We can have chocolate-dipped Georgina for dessert,” Nathaniel suggests.
Adriano tilts my chin up and puts his lips to mine, the sensation so familiar now. “I’d definitely eat you for dessert,” he says. “That’s romantic as hell.”
“Our version of romance, anyway,” I agree.
